Window

An open window
so close, so near.
Open and welcoming,
inviting me in.

I will my legs to dance of forward
but i can not move.
I am stuck.

I've been here once before.

No, no! The window will help,
the pain will go away
and so will the sorrow,
the tears.

If only I could move,
leave you behind.

But I can't.

And as I think of leaving,
I get mad.
Mad at me!

How could i even think of trying to leave?!
To abandon you?
My love,
for you are my breath.

To leave you is to die.
I turn from the window,
a 180 degree twist
and run back into your sweet arms.

All I think is how the window was so wrong.
You are worth the tears,
worth the sorrow.
I apologize, oh sweet.

As we turn to walk away, hand-in-hand,
I realize now, being in your arms
is the only invite I need.